True Story of Miss India 2009 - an inspiring story for everyone..!!
---(Miss India 2009 - Pooja Chopra) ---
--- Neera Chopra is her mother. This is her story.---

Neera Chopra lived through abuse, poverty and some tough choices to make her once-unwanted girl child, Pooja Chopra,
--- Neera Chopras story:---
"I don’t know where to begin... they were terrible times. My husband
was well-placed, but the marriage had begun to sink almost as soon as it
began. Like most women do, I tried to work against all the odds .
My in-laws insisted everything would be alright if I had a son. My
first child was a daughter, and that didn’t do me any good... but I
couldn’t walk out. I had lost my father, my brother was in a
not-so-senior position in Bata. I didn’t want to be a burden on my
family and continued to live in my marital home in Kolkata.
I
looked after my mother-inlaw, who was suffering from cancer, and while
bathing her, I would tell myself she would bless me and put things
right.
I don’t know how I tolerated it all. The least a man
can do, if he must philander, is to not flaunt his women in his wife’s
face. Then began the manhandling. I still wanted my marriage to survive.
I was a pure vegetarian and learnt to cook non-vegetarian delicacies
thinking it would please him.
Then, I was pregnant again. When
Pooja was eight months in my womb, my husband brought a girl to the
house and announced he would marry her. I thought of killing myself. I
hung on the slight hope that if the baby was a boy, my marriage could be
saved.
When Pooja was born a girl, for three days, nobody
came to the hospital. There was a squadron leader’s wife on the opposite
bed, who was kind enough to give me baby clothes for Pooja to wear.
When she was 20 days old, I had to make a choice. I left the house with
my girls ‘ Pooja and Shubra, who was seven then. I haven’t seen my
husband since. I promised myself, even if we had just one roti, we would
share it, but together.
I began life in Mumbai with the
support of my mother, brother, who was by then married. It wasn’t the
ideal situation, especially when he had children - space, money,
everything was short. I began work at the Taj Colaba and got my own
place. How did I manage? Truth be told, I would put a chatai on the
floor, leave two glasses of milk and some food, and bolt the door from
outside before going to work. I would leave the key with the neighbours
and tell the kids to shout out to them when it was time to leave for
school.
Their tiny hands would do homework on their own, feed
themselves on days that I worked late. My elder daughter Shubhra would
make Pooja do her corrections... This is how they grew up. At a birthday
party, Pooja would not eat her piece of cake, but pack it and bring it
home to share with her sister. When Shubhra started working, she would
skip lunch and pack a chicken sandwich that she would slip in her
sister’s lunchbox the next day.
I used to pray, ‘God, punish
me for my karma, but not my innocent little kids. Please let me provide
them the basics.’ I used to struggle for shoes, socks, uniforms. I was
living in Bangur Nagar, Goregaon. Pooja would walk four bus stops down
to the St Thomas
Academy . Then, too little to cross the road, she
would ask a passerby to help her. I had to save the bus money to be able
to put some milk in their bodies.
Life began to change when I
got a job for Rs 6,000 at the then Goa Penta. Mr Chhabra, the owner,
and his wife, were kind enough to provide a loan for me. I sent my
daughters to my sister’s house in Pune, with my mother as support. I
spent four years working in Goa while I saved to buy a small one-bedroom
house in Pune (where the family still lives). I would work 16-18 hours a
day, not even taking weekly offs to accumulate leave and visit my
daughters three or four times a year.
Once I bought my house
and found a job in Pune, life began to settle. I worked in Hotel Blue
Diamond for a year and then finally joined Mainland China ‘ which
changed my life. The consideration of the team and management brought me
the stability to bring them up, despite late hours and the travelling a
hotelier must do.
Shubhra got a job in Hotel Blue Diamond,
being the youngest employee there while still in college, and managed to
finish her Masters in commerce and her BBM. Today, she is married to a
sweet Catholic boy who is in the Merchant Navy and has a sweet daughter.
I continue to finish my day job and come home and take
tuitions, as I have done for all these years. I also do all my household
chores myself.
Through the years, Shubhra has been my anchor
and Pooja, the rock. Pooja’s tiny hands have wiped away my tears when I
broke down. She has stood up for me, when I couldn’t speak for myself.
Academically brilliant, she participated in all extra-curricular
activities. When she needed high heels to model in, she did odd shows
and bought them for herself.
When I saw Pooja give her speech
on TV, I knew it came from her heart. I could see the twinkle in her
eye. And I thought to myself as she won ‘My God, this is my little
girl.’ God was trying to tell me something.
Today, I’ve no regrets. I believe every cloud has a silver lining. As a mother, I’ve done nothing great."
Pantaloons Femina Miss India Pooja Chopra’s mother promised, ‘One day, this girl will make me proud’.
Pooja speaks on fulfilling that promise... "When I was 20 days old, my
mother was asked to make a choice. It was either me, a girl child, or
her husband. She chose me. As she walked out she turned around and told
her husband, ‘One day, this girl will make me proud’. That day has come.
Her husband went on to marry a woman who gave him two sons. Today, as I
stand here a Miss India, I don’t even know if my father knows that it
is me, his daughter, who has set out to conquer the world, a crown on my
head.
"Our lives have not been easy, least so for my
mother. Financially, emotionally, she struggled to stay afloat, to keep
her job and yet allow us to be the best that we could be. I was given
only one condition when I started modelling ‘ my grades wouldn’t drop.
"All the girls in the pageant worked hard, but my edge was my mother’s
sacrifice, her karma. Today, when people call to congratulate me, it’s
not me they pay tribute to, but to her life and her struggle. She’s the
true Woman of Substance. She is my light, my mentor, my driving force."
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